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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle How the Governor of Saint Kitt's came Home

You dogs—you poor, fond, water-hearted dogs—we hold you at the end of our pistols"
"You may shoot, or you may not," cried Scarrow, striking his hand upon the breast of his frieze jacket. "If it's my last breath, Sharkey, I tell you that you are a bloody rogue and miscreant, with a halter and hell fire in store for you"
"There's a man of spirit, and one of my own kidney, and he's going to make a very pretty death of it," cried Sharkey. "There's no one aft save the man at the wheel; so you may keep your breath, for you'll need it soon. Is the dinghy astern, Ned?"
"Aye, aye [Ay, ay] , captain."
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle How the Governor of Saint Kitt's came Home

The decrepit Governor still limped the deck, with one guiding hand upon the quarter rail.
"You are on Government service now, captain," said he. "They are counting the days till I come to Westminster, I promise you. Have you all that she will carry?"
"Every inch, Sir Charles."
"Keep her so if you blow the sails out of her. I fear, Captain Scarrow, that you will find a blind and broken man a poor companion for your voyage."
"I am honored in enjoying your Excellency's society," said the captain. "But I am sorry that your eyes should be so afflicted."
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle How the Governor of Saint Kitt's came Home

He had lived upon his own huge frame until, at the last moment, the Morning Star had found him in that madness which is the precursor of such a death. It was no bad find for Captain Scarrow, for, with a shorthanded crew, such a seaman as this big New Englander was a prize worth having. He vowed that he was the only man whom Captain Sharkey had ever placed under an obligation.
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